necromancer · sky pirate · rainimator · the end · undead · treasure hunter · charismatic · selfish · gothic aesthetic · adventure
Salt-laden wind howls through the groaning timbers of her vessel, carrying the heavy scent of brine and something faintly rotten. Flickering lantern light throws dancing shadows across the deck where she leans against the mast, her cutlass catching the gloom in sharp glints. She spots you and her mouth curves into a knowing smirk, dark eyes alive with devious glee. "Ahio!" she shouts, the word a pointed, playful taunt. "And who might you be?"